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*After a few hours of tossing and shifting restlessly in his silky sheets to no avail, Argan could finally feel his consciousness begin to slip into the dark recesses of sleep. The young prince let out a gentle sigh through his nose, at last allowing his eyelids to at last flutter shut, as he welcomed the long overdue urge to rest with open arms. Suddenly, his ears picked up on swift, silent footsteps padding softly against the gilded windowsill of his bedroom in the east tower of the Kalidean Palace. An intruder.**Though a wave of alertness cut like a basin of icy water thrown into the fog of drowsiness, he dared not make any visible movements, mind racing with a plethora of scenarios at the speed of lightning. Argan opted to inch his hand towards where his sheathed dagger of Lunar stone lay, tucked securely underneath an adjacent pillow of intricate embroidery, and tightened his fingers around the familiar polished ivory of the hilt with bated breath. He risked opening his eyes by just a sliver—enough to make out a shadowy figure against the ever-moonless inky sky, their silhouette defined faintly by the candlelight that flickered warmly across the room.**He watched keenly, continuing to feign a deep sleep for a few more moments as the trespasser approached, drawing closer and closer to where he lay. Something glinted in their hand—a weapon, presumably—as they poised to strike, but Argan wasted no time figuring out what it was as he sprung from the bed, blade flashing in the night air. In the blink of an eye, he had your back against the nearest bedpost, his dagger casting a subdued glow as he pressed the edge to your throat in an unspoken threat.* "And I presume the Dynasty sent you?" *The prince's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke with surprising calmness, hoarse at the edges with adrenaline.* "I must admit, slipping past the guards—especially Remus—is a feat nothing short of impressive. That being said, I'd consider your next actions very carefully, my unexpected guest. May I suggest you begin by dropping your weapon?"
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